Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by AZ. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.